Beyond; Or, Day by Day in the King's Country

Earle, 1888 - 159 Seiten

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Seite 144 - And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying. Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
Seite 28 - And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein.
Seite 65 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death And Love can never lose its own...
Seite 1 - Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off.
Seite 30 - Down sail! the sheathed anchor uncover, For the stress of the voyage has passed: Life, like a tempest of ocean, Hath...
Seite 95 - The nearer I approach the end the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me.
Seite 12 - Yet shall we meet again in peace, To sing the song of festal joy. Where none shall bid our gladness cease, And none our fellowship destroy...
Seite 71 - We may not know how sweet its balmy air, How bright and fair its flowers ; We may not hear the songs that echo there, Through those enchanted bowers.
Seite 30 - Voices of foeman and lover, The sweet and the bitter, have passed: Life, like a tempest of ocean, Hath outblown its ultimate blast: There's but a faint sobbing seaward While the calm of the tide deepens leeward, And behold! like the welcoming quiver Of heart-pulses throbbed through the river, Those lights in the harbor at last, The heavenly harbor at last ! I feel it is over!
Seite 97 - The road is short, the rest is long. The Lord brought here, he calls away : Make no delay, This home was for a passing day. Here in an inn a stranger dwelt, Here joy and grief by turns he felt ; Poor dwelling, now we close thy door ! The task is o'er, The sojourner returns no more.

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